I want people to know...

I want people to know, as they walk into the new house, that it's an investment.
An investment in Ani's future.
This thought is foremost in my mind most of the day. If she never recovers enough to be able to take care of herself in some fashion, or is able to get some sort of vocation, then somebody has to take care of her and keep her interested in something. Let's see, if Christy and I live to 80, Ani will be about 40. If she lives to 80, that's another 40 years of somebody taking care of Ani. How much will that cost? 40 years. Think of that. I've already said that the nursing home placement of Ani scares me, so I need to make sure there's money available to take care of Ani in a stimulating environment. Sure, the house is big, sure it's got nice features, sure it's got a heated garage, but I don't see those $'s as a right-now-I-want-to-live-big, I see it as a savings account. Hopefully one that will appreciate greatly, since it was bought at the bottom of the housing crash. I see the house as somebody talking to Ani, somebody holding her hand, somebody trying to understand what she says, somebody really, really caring for her. I don't see the house as just a huge look-at-me statement. Of course, having said all that, I do plan on enjoying our new house as much as I possibly can.